Lila and Daphne
Lila turned quickly, one hand slipping under her leather jacket to grasp the hilt of the knife in her waistband. It was pure trained reflex. She realized even as she spun to face the potential threat that it was just an accident. She smiled and let her hand fall away from the knife.
"No harm done," Lila replied. She switched her own drink to her other hand and shook beer from her sleeve. "It's just beer. This leather jacket has seen much worse things than that spilled on it." A little beer had splashed and run down the leg of her jeans, but there was nothing to be done about that.
"Hi, I'm Lila. Are you a local? Or another visitor from Madison?"